Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

In the corridor, Clark tensed his body, puffed out his chest, and had a wicked smile on his face, which immediately attracted the attention of many girls.

"Wow, Lana's looking at you."

Jino spoke at the right time, his eyes falling on Lana at the corner: "There is a girl beside her, who seems to be a transfer student."

Clark followed Gino's gaze, and his eyes swept over Lana. He couldn't help but think of the girl who had been having a cold war with him over the past few days because of something that she couldn't let go of.

His eyes glanced at Jesse next to Lana again.

With her long blond hair and avant-garde and elegant outfit, the most important thing is that compared to Lana's pair of flat A's, the girl's possessions are huge.

Clark smiled stupidly, showing a row of smooth teeth and said: "Oh, Gino, to hell with Lana, I have a better choice."

Clark stepped towards the two Lana girls. Gino put his hands in his pockets and followed Clark leisurely.

He was curious, what would the red stone turn into Clark?

Clark walked up to the two women and blocked their way:

"Hey, hello, are you new here? My name is Clark Kent."

Clark held down the locker on the side of the corridor with one hand and stared at Jesse like a domineering president, completely ignoring Lana who looked weird next to him.

"Interesting, my name is Jesse."

The avant-garde girl loves this bad boy style. She holds out her palms, clenching and spreading her hands.

Clark looked at the girl with his hands on his hips, his eyes brushing over the girl's short shirt and hot pants: "I have to say, your outfit is really cool, both trendy and avant-garde."

As soon as these words came out, Lana, who was familiar with Clark, suddenly looked surprised.

Such words of praise for the girl could actually come out of Clark's mouth, and Lana even doubted her ears.

But soon, a trace of jealousy surrounded Lana's heart. Damn it, Clark had never praised herself so much.

Lana glared angrily at Clark.

Clark smiled "evilly" and looked at Lana with contempt: "What, your eyes are uncomfortable?"

"call!"

Lana was so angry at Clark's answer that she glared at Clark: "I remembered that Teacher Morty had something to ask me, so I'm leaving first."

Lana hurried away, obviously very angry at Clark's reaction.

Jino crossed his arms and watched all this silently. His eyes glanced at the red ring on Clark's hand, and he couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart.

It's now almost certain that the red kryptonite will amplify the bad, dark side of Clark's mind.

So when the red carved stone is taken off, how should Clark ease his relationship with Lana?

Clark didn't know what Gino was thinking at this moment. He and Jesse looked at each other, and an inexplicable atmosphere of ambiguity spread in their hearts.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, but didn't Miss Lana Blue just tell you that the small town high school has a dress code?"

Around the corner, Principal Gibbons suddenly appeared with a gloomy expression.

Just like everyone's high school life, when you do bad things or violate school rules and disciplines, school leaders will always appear behind you without you noticing.

The sudden appearance of the school leader broke the ambiguous atmosphere.

He was dissatisfied when he looked at Jesse who was wearing a punk style short shirt with his navel exposed in the air. It was really offensive and offensive!

"I must criticize you seriously, Miss Jesse."

Principal Gibbons planned to severely criticize the girl, and his eyes swept across several people.

Clark, a farmer's child, has no power and no need to care.

"Ahem."

There was a slight cough from the corner, and Principal Gibbons took a slight step.

He saw blond hair and a good-looking face.

"Mr. Luther!?"

The gloom on Principal Gibbons' face seemed to be blown away by the breeze. He immediately changed to a flattering smile, stepped forward and said with a smile: "I'm very sorry, I didn't notice that you were here."

"Is Miss Jesse your friend?"

Jino shrugged: "That's right."

Now friend Clark is like a guinea pig. He needed to observe Clark's reaction and changes and not let Gibbons destroy it.

"Then I won't interrupt your chat."

Principal Gibbons was undoubtedly very discerning. After saying these words, he turned around and left without looking back.

His funny appearance successfully amused the new transfer students.

The girl looked at Gino meaningfully: "So, friend?"

Clark poked Gino's waist, indicating that his friend was really interesting.

Glancing at Principal Gibbons who was walking away, Clark retracted his gaze and looked at Jesse again, grinning: "The troublemaker is finally gone, so, do you want to go on a date?"

"Dating?"

Jesse raised his eyebrows: "You are very bold, I like it very much."

The girl took out a carbon pen from her pocket: "Stretch out your hand."

Clark stretched out his palm, and the girl gently held it, then wrote the contact information on the boy's palm with a carbon pen.

She made a phone call gesture and put it to her ear: "Remember to contact me when you confirm the time."

"certainly."

Clark looked down at the phone in his palm, a goofy smile on his face.

Kent Farm.

Jonathan was sitting on the sofa with a pale face, and a wooden barrel was placed in the living room on the first floor.

From the smell of wine wafting from the opening and sealing, it can be concluded that this product is a type of product that is not allowed to be consumed by those under the age of twenty-one.

"I really can't imagine it."

Jonathan and his wife complained: "Clark secretly hid the wine and drank it!"

"Is it because of curiosity or pressure?" Jonathan was very distressed. He didn't understand how Clark, who had been well-behaved and sensible since childhood, became like this.

"Perhaps the rebellious stage of youth has arrived, Jonathan."

Martha was clearing away the dishes in the kitchen, talking without looking back.

In Clark's family, Jonathan plays the role of a strict father, while Martha plays the role of a loving mother.

"well."

Jonathan sighed.

"Uh-huh!"

The door seemed to be blown open by a gust of wind, and Jonathan only felt an afterimage passing by. The next second, Clark, carrying a red schoolbag, stood in front of Jonathan.

"Good afternoon, you two."

Clark was smiling, but when he found the wine barrel on the ground, a look of anger appeared on the big boy's face: "You searched my room?"

He stared at Jonathan with a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "Father, that is my territory, you can't rush in without my permission!"

"So that's why you drink?!"

Jonathan did not give in. He stood up and looked up at Clark, who was a head taller than him, and said, "Son, your age is not the time to try these contrabands."

"Yes, yes, you always teach me what to do, to be an upright person, to ask for nothing in return, to be a good person, to be a saint."

Clark stuck out his tongue in an impatient manner, and yelled at Jonathan: "But have you ever thought about whether I want to be such a person!"

"I don't want to be like you and be a useless farmer all my life!"

Before he finished speaking, Clark's figure flashed, he just took a step forward, and then disappeared in an instant, and disappeared with him, as well as the wine barrel on the ground.